Rita Cressors.
Linda rushes to the jet and I’m right behind her, trudging across the snow-covered landscape of the castle. A Frost Ward helps Serayah down the steps…this wench is all delicate and weak-looking, as if wind might knock her over. And right behind her is Venus—the tribunal one. For some reason, those two have taken to playing sisters, or maybe sisters-in-law.
When Serayah first arrived here, I thought she’d rot in the Moon Grave, isolated and forgotten like the outcast she is. But no—somehow, this weak girl wormed her way into everything. She has charmed Jeremiah, Venus, and one on occasion, I caught the omega wards whispering praises to her. But worst of it, she has burrowed her way into Roar’s Frosted heart.
“Are you alright?” Linda asks as she drapes a coat over Serayah
